There were times when I would sit alone
and stare at nothing.
Thinking myself numb
in fear of moving, lest my glass house shatter
and I begin to feel.
Holding my breath, afraid.
Then you crept in,
fingers of light shone through the glass
and reached to me, to set me free
I fell for you like nothing else.
I gave you me, with bows and pretty things
to hide the ugly cracks.
You wanted me anyway,
broken wings and heart, all of me.
You tore down my walls
and found me, new and shining
under it all.